"Not many artists where I'm from."

And not a whole lot to vandalize, even if you did get your hands on some spray paint. There's a brief moment in which Mako hastily drops his sunglasses back into place, but otherwise he isn't at all taken aback by the sudden voice, casually glancing over his shoulder to get a look at its owner— and she's metal as hell.

Guess there's no point in asking if she's the one who did it.

"...Mind if I take a picture?"